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That Earth in Earth must close remain
Till Earth for Earth shall come again.

251. From the same Churchyard, now called Loughor:—

The following pretty lines are now visible on the tomb of Mary Pengree,
who died in 1801, aged 10 years:—

The village maidens to her Grave shall bring
The fragrant Garland each returning spring;
Selected sweets, in emblem of the maid
Who underneath the hollow turf is laid.
Like her they flourish, beauteous to the eye;
Like her, too soon, they languish, fade, and die.

252. From Yate Churchyard, Gloucestershire:—

Here lies two whom death again has wed,
And made this grave their second marriage bed.
Death did at first raise some disconsolation,
But would not make an utter separation.

253. In Dunmore Churchyard, Ireland:—

Here lie the remains of John Hall, grocer.
The world is not worth a fig, and I have good raisins for saying so.

254. From Chipping Sodbury, Gloucestershire. On Samuel
Turner, Blacksmith:—

His sledge and hammer lie reclined,
His bellows, too, has lost its wind,
His Coal is spent, his Iron gone,
His nails are drove, his work is done.
His body’s here, clutched in the dust,
‘Tis hoped his soul is with the just.